Cecelia nodded and motioned to the adjacent chair after a sideways glance at the Guild member or newcomer, she couldn't tell by just the glance she snuck. Still seeing so many people around made her wary. From just the legends, Cecelia remembers the Guild as ruthless monster slayers, refined mercenaries of all kinds. She doubted that they would suddenly invite what seemed like everybody around to join. She notices one other social variant; some form of man sitting in a chair in a different corner, reading. She scans over his features, reminding herself to keep tabs on him. Cecelia then returns to scanning the crowd, keeping the man who sat beside her in the corner of her vision